Inyo Mountains, Long John Canyon, Lowest to Highest Route, 2015
This is not the way. I descend too far into the canyon and almost disturb a dormant snake.
On the horizon lie the snow capped Sierras, and to the right lies the possible world where I was bushwhacking and clamoring down pour offs.
The heat emanates from the rocks and soil, from the sky, and it hides under my hat. The canyon walls are a notable gold.
My eye twitches. It does this under stress.